What is this? What do I see
Far in the distance whatever could it be?
Is it the gallows tree? Coming for me?
The hanged man is coming, from the gallows tree.
Come down, come down, come play with me.
Oh father why do you cry?
Why do you look so pale.
Is it the hanged man? Do you see him too?
The hanged man is coming down, from the gallows tree.
Come down, come down, come play with me.
Oh mother why do you hide?
Lock the doors, and stay inside?
Do you see him too?
The hanged man, coming for me and you.
The hanged man is coming. From the gallows tree.
Come down, come down, come play with me .
I do not fear, to have him here.
The hanged man is coming
To play with me.
I will go with him
For all eternity.
The hanged man is coming, from the gallows tree .
Come down, come down, to play with me.
Coming Down
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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